Still Standing

There’s never a dull moment with Kenya Moore. Since joining The Real Housewives of Atlanta back in 2012, the former Miss USA has kept the blogs buzzing. The announced separation from Marc daly, her husband of two years and father to her “miracle baby” Brooklyn back in September—just two days after they made their first-ever TV appearance as a family on Tamron Hall—is just the latest chapter in the page-turner that is her life. On that show, Moore even called Daly “the love of my life.” So naturally, her announcement that she was divorcing him threw people, even her motivators. Love or hate her, so many people were actually rooting for her happily ever after to finally come true.

- Ronda Racha Penrice

Even for a woman who has been open about looking for love and often failing for all to see, this had to be a devastating blow. Yet just days later, when she and I are connected via phone, she is on her way to the airport to travel to Greece with her RHOA castmates after a season of being away from the show. Despite the endless headlines and intrusive speculation, she is still in hustle mode. Later she shares, “I’ve been a corporation since I was 17 years old,” and it all makes sense.

The hint of sadness in her voice, however, serves as a reminder that she is indeed human. Yet soldiering on is just what she does. “Whenever anything is difficult for me or trying or heartbreaking,” she explains, “I just know that you have to keep moving forward and being positive.”

Faithful RHOA fans know that Moore is resilient. What would crush others has only fueled her. And she’s come by that painfully. Back in November 2014, when she and I met face to face at Poor Calvin’s, a popular Midtown Atlanta restaurant, for her upscale January/February 2015 article, Moore opened up about her traumatic childhood memories of her mother, who gave her up when she was just three days old. Piling onto the hurt, her biological mother never acknowledged or spoke to her throughout her life, though they attended many of the same family gatherings. Raised by her maternal grandmother Doris (whom Brooklyn’s middle name honors) in Detroit, Moore blossomed into a gorgeous young woman who succeeded on the pageant circuit. When she won Miss USA in 1993, she was only the second black woman to wear the crown.

From there, she was injected into the jet-set life, popping up on TV shows like The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Martin and